beginagainrose
09-12-2006, 11:54 PM
This was my first writing after "my storm"... thought it might bless you..
Oh, Abba...
Come and fill this space
Dark barren place where dreams have died.
The hollow laughter of scoffing jeers, along with tears
Echo from my concrete stony heart.
Like Sarah's womb, my empty tomb--
Shall it still yield a dream like these that lay here sleeping?
You bid me listen, faint hope still glistens
To dare believe You might yet come.
Bring forth provision, that new dreams risen
Shall be a banquet for hungry souls.
Your call, "Come labor, that others might savor"
Brings expectations back to life!
This tiny seed; some thought a weed
Takes root implanting in fertile ground.
These broken jars, with all their scars--
You've gathered to a place of rest.
And in the end, I know You'll mend
Resurect what has died in them.
That just like me, their barren tree
Will yield sweet harvest - for all...to taste and see!
Show barren place, when filled with grace
Can yield a crocus in grains of sand.
Then lead them out, from caves of doubt
To birth Your destiny conceived from heaven's dawn.
May Our Lord Jesus Christ add His blessing to your precious souls. Love, Rose
Oh, Abba...
Come and fill this space
Dark barren place where dreams have died.
The hollow laughter of scoffing jeers, along with tears
Echo from my concrete stony heart.
Like Sarah's womb, my empty tomb--
Shall it still yield a dream like these that lay here sleeping?
You bid me listen, faint hope still glistens
To dare believe You might yet come.
Bring forth provision, that new dreams risen
Shall be a banquet for hungry souls.
Your call, "Come labor, that others might savor"
Brings expectations back to life!
This tiny seed; some thought a weed
Takes root implanting in fertile ground.
These broken jars, with all their scars--
You've gathered to a place of rest.
And in the end, I know You'll mend
Resurect what has died in them.
That just like me, their barren tree
Will yield sweet harvest - for all...to taste and see!
Show barren place, when filled with grace
Can yield a crocus in grains of sand.
Then lead them out, from caves of doubt
To birth Your destiny conceived from heaven's dawn.
May Our Lord Jesus Christ add His blessing to your precious souls. Love, Rose